Ram POV

My name is Jason Sebastian Ramsey but the guys I worked with and those I served in the Army with all called me Ram for short. When I left the Army as a First Lieutenant after eight years and obtained the title of "one of the best snipers" in Army history with a perfect "one-shot kill rate", I was offered a job at a private security company in Trenton, NJ. The owner and CEO was my commanding officer for several missions. Since I decided not to renew my contract with the Army and would only do special and black ops missions when the money was right, I agreed to join his staff.

Work had been going smoothly, nobody had problems with skips or the like, although it had been dark and gray in the building for the past year. The light that usually shone over all of us faded away when she left that night. Steph had a huge blowout with the boss, Ranger, and left for parts unknown. We later found out that she crammed everything she owned, furry little rat included, into her car and headed west; finally settling in a small town in the middle of Iowa. Ranger high-tailed it to Miami out of frustration, although he claimed it was to clear his head. I personally thought he was just scared or a coward since he knew we would all kick his ass on the mats for driving our closest friend and sister away. Ranger was still in Florida and he could stay there for all I cared.

Tank had taken over Rangeman Trenton. His first task was to move both Bobby and Lester up to the second in command positions. I guessed he didn't want to have to decide and hurt one or the others' feelings, not that I blamed him. I wouldn't want that either. That would never happen by the way, neither of them thought that selfishly. His second task was to appoint Hal to the core team. I must admit, he deserved the spot. He busted his ass around here.

The shooting range was still my domain. It was where I was in charge. Besides keeping it stocked and cleaned, I had other duties including the quarterly assessments of veteran employee's skill levels; correcting any bad habits they had developed over the last three months with their sidearm; and the training of new recruits in firearms. At times the newbies were more trouble than they were worth.

The range was where I was at the moment thinking about everything and wanting desperately to clear my head. The sound of gunfire and the smell of smoke as the shells discharged, usually grounded and soothed me, today was no different.

I moved my train of thought from the ass Ranger and Bomber to more pleasant topics. To this day we still don't know what they had argued about, the only one we missed was Steph.

After taking a bullet to my side, several months ago, I met a spectacular woman. She was the ER nurse who took care of me, that was before Bobby, our company medic, arrived on the scene and took over. I remembered making it a point to check out her name tag, Alexis it read. It took me several tries but I finally got her to agree to go out with me; after pleading and promising to never get shot again. We have been dating for close to four months now and I couldn't be happier. Her long flowing auburn mane tickled my nose when I buried my face in it and inhaled the scents of cherry blossom, peach, and white jasmine which was uniquely her.

Those thoughts of her seemed to take the edge off of my anger and allowed me to calm down further, not to mention it made my cargos fit tighter. I shot my way through three more clips, noting the tight grouping of holes in patterns. At one point I found myself doing one of Steph's trademark patterns, after which, I laughed for a minute. Then I started sweeping up the ton of spent shell casings from the floor.

I looked down at my watch as I exited the range. I was surprised that I had been down here nearly three hours. It shouldn't have shocked me, I had practiced for a while in addition to stocking all the new ammo that had come in earlier this morning, plus making sure all the test weapons were in good working condition.

It was well past lunch time, so I headed up the stairs to the break room. Hopefully the guys had left some of Ella's delicious food for my grumbling stomach. That would have made Steph laugh, someone else's stomach having a 'voice'. Thankfully, a couple of turkey wraps were left.

While I ate lunch Les and Bobby came into the break room. They both started bitching because all the sandwiches and wraps were gone, I was glad I got there when I did. I had to shake my head as I listened to them argue about where to go to grab a sandwich. It was then I realized Les was a whinny-ass. Luckily for him, women seemed to love that trait in him.

They griped and complained their way out of the break room, seemingly to go get their own lunch. I wondered where they finally decided to go. I thought I heard Les mumble something about Pino's, but I couldn't be certain.

Just as I swallowed the last bite of my second turkey wrap my phone went off. I glanced at the screen, seeing it was Tank. I picked up immediately.

"Ramsey."

"I need you in my office now," Tank stated. "I have a new employee for you to meet and train."

"Be there in two."

I had barely gotten the words out of my mouth before the click of his disconnect sounded in my ear.

Striding over to the trash can, I deposited my garbage. I made my way down the hall and toward Tank's domain. I was nervous, but excited as well to meet our newest addition. I just hoped he had at least a basic knowledge of weapons and how to handle them.

The sharp rap of my knuckles on Tank's closed office door stung for a bit, while I waited for permission to go in. Tank's gruff "enter" filtered through the thick oak. After which, I twisted the handle and opened the door.

I walked into Tank's office to meet the new employee and stopped dead in my tracks, my blank face slipped and my jaw slack. My life was about to be changed forever. ########

A/N: Well that's the teaser prologue for my newest story. What do you all think? Please leave me a review and let me know if you are interested in seeing more. The whole story is written and I will be posting two or three times a week if there is an interest in the story. For those of you who were hoping to see my next 'hot' series story, I'm sorry. This idea just completely took over my muse and I had to get it out. Thanks for reading and thanks in advance for reviewing.

~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rain (Jackie)